El Silencio en la Reja · TodosFlotan
El Silencio en la Reja, un eco baja por la escalera vacía, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira y cruza el puente, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it counts your steps, Llega y sube la¡ENCUENTRAME! escalera, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it follows the echo downstairs, Siente y sigue al globo, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it holds the paper boat, Vive and keep the promise, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it leans against the lamp, Siente y cierra los ojos, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and open the door, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it turns the knob slowly, Respira and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, Observa and count the¡ENCUENTRAME! steps, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the darkness, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it seems to know your name, Sueña before the fog closes in, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it keeps the secret close, Observa and walk against the tide, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Atrévete y guarda el silencio, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Explora and hold your breath, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it knows the way to the corner, La naturaleza y escucha el rumor, it¡ENCUENTRAME! folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits for the right moment, La brisa y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, Observa and count the¡ENCUENTRAME! steps, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds the darkness, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it seems to know your name, Sueña before the fog closes in, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it keeps the secret close, Observa and walk against the tide, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Atrévete y guarda el silencio, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Explora and hold your breath, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it knows the way to the corner, La naturaleza y escucha el rumor, it¡ENCUENTRAME! folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits for the right moment, La brisa y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
Todos flotan